💛Book Review💛
I went into this book, The Correspondent by Virginia Evans, quite blindly, no pun intended, and those of you who have already read this book will know what that implies. But yes, I had no clue what this book was about. However, when over thirty women in a book club highly recommended this book to me, I practically ran to the nearest bookstore, or aka, in my case, Audible. (which by the way, if your eyes are hurting, as mine do, audio saved my life!)
Anyway, I was surprised to find this novel was written in epistolary form, meaning a literary work written in the form of letters. Perhaps it is a personal preference, but I found myself missing the typical face-to-face dialogue between characters. When characters interact in real time,
ping-ponging their thoughts and emotions back and forth, I find it delivers a more raw and flawed state of mind. With an epistolary novel, there was
something a little too perfect about the characters' interactions with each other. For me, the direction of the conversations seemed too thought-out and less authentic.
HOWEVER, I wonder if the letters were the whole point to attest to Sybil’s character? Perhaps she did not want anyone to see her raw, emotional, and flawed, hence why she wrote letters instead of having face-to-face conversations? Now that I have written this review, I am inclined to think this epistolary approach is genius. The letters would be a way to align and suit the protagonist’s inner character.
Either way, what I absolutely loved about this book was that it was written from the perspective of a 78-year-old woman. The books I write myself are perspectives from that wiser generation. As a caretaker of seniors, I understood their hidden pasts of loss, grief, and heartache. So much happens to a woman over the course of 80+ years, and our stories must be told and shared for our next generations.




























